Witness
Launch your rockets high,
I'm riding this shotgun
Until the chamber's empty,
Bullets come clean
Never a drop of blood,
Exit wound leading to
The hidden trap door
You're hiding in,
Death come lively
Fast and with a thrust
Knife slicing through
Poison leaking
Evidence of the kill
You'll drink until parched,
Say it out loud
If you can,
Who,
Murdered; you the only witness
Asleep in the walls
Watching,
Waiting,
Silence deep
Sleep commence,
Your reality
Unwelcome
Chiseled tombstone
You've signed,
Wake in the morning...
Copyright © Nestor David Armas | Year Posted 2012
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